Chapter Text
2 Years Later...
Damn Bones and his suits. Jim thinks as he admires his soon-to-be-husband in his pristine white suit, fiddling with his cuffs nervously, his large wolf daemon fidgeting at his feet. Bones attention suddenly focuses solely on Jim, an admiring and almost shy smile spreading over his handsome face as the blonde walks towards him, linking their hands and sharing wide grins.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness and celebrate the union of James Tiberius Kirk and Leonard Horatio McCoy in marriage..."
Len takes the opportunity to really look at the crowd for the first time. Of course, two of Starfleet's major poster-boys getting married causes a literal media storm, the two photographers standing at the back of the crowd were a compromise compared to the dozens of requests from various different newspapers asking for interviews.
Eleanor and Winona sit at a table near the front, tears pricking their eyes and proud smiles shared between them both. The bridge crew, Christine Chapel and Geoffrey M'Benga stand near the front too, as well as a few of Jim's friends from the academy. Joanna and Chekov are happily chatting together, and he takes a moment to notice just how much she's grown since he last saw her, looking so beautiful in the bridesmaid dress they'd picked out. He sighs contentedly against Jim's neck, watching as Christine gives him the thumbs up and a not-so-subtle wink. He grins and shakes his head slightly, shifting his arm up from where it's wrapped around Jim's waist to brush over the blondes cheekbone with his thumb.
"I love you." Len mutters against Jim's upturned mouth, who in turn grins and presses their foreheads together, ignoring the cat-calls and the flashes of photography.
"Good. You're mine now anyway Doctor Kirk." Jim states and kisses the ring on Len's finger. Bones grins and leans forward, his hand supporting Jim's back as he ducks down to kiss the man as the song in the background hums it's final note, the cheers from their guests finally registering. They share wide smiles for a moment before Jim drags his to the edge of the dance floor by his hand.
"Where're we going?" Len asks suspiciously.
"You're going to dance with your daughter before Chekov beats you to it." Jim says with a teasing grin.
"I'd rather go to that nice spacious hotel room of ours and get you out of that suit." Len growls into his ear, dropping his voice low before kissing his jaw. Nevertheless, he walks towards Joanna -not without sending a wink over his shoulder to a rather flustered looking Jim- And offers his hand to her like the true southern gentleman he is. She giggles, and her ever changing daemon, "Figaro" -a white ferret for the moment- crawls up his pant leg and scrambles for purchase on his shoulder.
He lifts Joanna up slightly, standing her on his feet after she struggles with the dance steps. Once she's settled on his feet she laughs again and follows him easily over the dance floor, a chorus of 'awws' murmured through the crowd.
Jim sits at the table next to Uhura, watching with a wide smile as Bones twirls his daughter -their daughter now- around the stage.
"You ever think you'd be sitting here at my wedding?" Jim asks Uhura, who chuckles to herself.
"No, I can't say I did. I'm glad though. You two are perfect together." Uhura smiles and casts a glance to Leonard. Jim's smile broadens as he threads his fingers through Lena's fur, and Bones looks up to him from the stage, a small private smile playing over his face.
Bones picks Joanna up so she's sitting against his hip, a pair of small arms wrapped around his neck to keep her there happily while they walk over to Jim, whose sitting with their mothers and Uhura at the table. Jo shimmies out of Len's grip and climbs onto Jim's lap, who in turn laughs and tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear while she chatters happily. Leo smiles at them both and places a hand on Jim's shoulder.
"You wanna cut the cake?" Len asks, raising an eyebrow when two pairs or bright blue eyes twinkle up at him in response.
"What d'you say JoJo? You want cake?" Jim asks the 8 year old, who nods enthusiastically in response. "C'mon I'll race you." Jim says, grinning before taking off to the other side of the hall, Joanna not far behind.
"I married a reprobate." Len declares to no one in particular, before chasing after them, not before noticing their two daemons leave the room together. After Jim's 'death', Kai's able to move much further away from Jim. It was close, the cure Leonard had injected was completely experimental, he didn't know whether Jim would lead a life without a daemon by his side. But the all-encompassing relief when the golden sparkle of a bond started to form after the first day of the captain's coma had dispersed those doubts, and three days later he found the golden Labrador curled up on the end of Jim's bio bed.
He shakes himself of the thoughts of Jim's almost-death and focuses on the man in question; very much alive, breathing and wearing a golden band around his finger that marks them as officially married. The cake itself is relatively simple, decorated with small details of blue and gold, but they were never ones for extravagance, and it represents their relationship perfectly: simple but with an easy perfection.
He thinks back to his first marriage, how he'd thought the same way about Jocelyn when they'd got married. It scares him, that this could end up the same way as his relationship with Jocelyn did, but he reminds himself -not for the first time- that Jim is not Jocelyn. He would trust the man with his life -and does on a daily basis.
As if the blonde can read his thoughts, Jim wraps his arms around Bones' waist, kissing the spot behind his ear.
"Cake first. Then we can sneak away ok?" Jim grins and walks him over to the table by the grip on his hips. Len smiles in reply, turning his head to capture Jim's lips in a lingering kiss and almost trips over his feet in the process.
Jim places a steadying palm on his shoulder, the other cushioning Bones' head from hitting the elevator wall behind him as he pushes the brunette against it, capturing Len's mouth in a soul wrenching kiss that leaves them both breathless.
"Couldn't wait until we got in the hotel room?" Len asks, slightly out of breath and nuzzling against the joint between Jim's jaw and his neck, scraping his teeth gently over the sensitive skin.
"Nope." Jim replies, stepping back to look at his handiwork. He takes in the sight of a debauched looking Leonard McCoy Kirk, hair sticking up in every direction and pupils blown wide, sprawled against the back wall of the elevator looking like something from the front cover of GQ magazine in his white suit. "You know what you've been doing to me, strutting around in this suit all day?" He tugs on the lapels of Bones' jacket.
Leonard pulls Jim closer to him, wrapping his arms around the younger mans waist. "Jim." Leonard moans, crashing their lips together again. They're too caught up in each other to notice the lift coming to a halt. But when the doors slide open to reveal an elderly lady and her snowy owl daemon waiting patiently for the elevator, they break apart from each other quickly, straightening their suits and looking anywhere but at each other as she steps into the lift somewhat apprehensively.
Luckily, their floor Is next, and the long drawn out awkward silence is cut when they rush out of the elevator as quickly as possible, collapsing against the wall as laughter bubbles up inside them. They both break out into uncontrollable giggles as the lift raises up to the next floor.
"Did you see the look on her-" Jim gasps as he slams palm against the wall, struggling for breath as the laughter takes over again.
Leonard grins and watches the blonde, his face going red from over-laughing and the way his eyes sparkle with unshed tears makes him fall in love with the man all over again.
He pulls Jim closer to him again, much more gently than in the elevator and presses a loving kiss to his lips, closing long fingers around his new husbands wrist and leading them down the short corridor to their hotel room.
And when he opens the door with their keycard, spying the oversized four poster bed, their daemons curled up together by the traditional log fire and bottles of champagne on the table next to a message signed by Christine and bridge crew telling them to 'enjoy', he smiles, carefree and blinding, and kisses the palm of Jim's hand, thanking whatever lucky stars are watching over him that all those years ago that when he first boarded that flying death trap, he unknowingly found his home in the form a floating tin can named the 'Enterprise', a family consisting of its senior officers, and an extraordinary husband by the name of one, James Tiberius Kirk.
This was mearly the start of their journey, through pain, friendship, lust and love: the story Of Humans And Their Daemons.
Notes:
Authors notes:
Right, promo time! I have a McKirk facebook page! It's the first one ever on facebook and I'd love it if you liked because I have a whole 20-something likes on it, c'mon fellow shippers! My name is Joanna McKirk and I'm also looking for admins for the page too, if you're interested, send me a message! The link is
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My name is Khan's Progeny
Ok. Well.. Back onto the fic, I was gonna write smut. And then I thought; does this fic really need it?... Nah... And then gave up... If you want a smutty epilogue then let me know... But then I'll have to face the awkward question: what do daemons do when their humans are having sex?
Well.. Truth is, I don't know.
I think this is it for this fic... But, if I have any more ideas on it, I'll post it for you and if you have any ideas, please feel free to share.
If you enjoyed, the kudos button is below *hint hint* but I love hearing your thoughts in the comments section.
Thank you all for reading, commenting, kudos-Ing, subscribing and bookmarking! It's been a long journey and I couldn't of done it without you all. Especially Redford and Volitan,
But also, thanks to McCheKirKhan, my beta-er for the first half of this fic and the writer of this she lovingly wrote for me to inspire my elevator scene:
Jim places a steadying palm on his shoulder, the other cushioning Bones' head from hitting the elevator wall behind him as he pushes the brunette against it.
"It'd be a shame if the elevator just... Stopped working, wouldn't it?" Jim whispered, and he nuzzled Bones' neck.
Bones' smirked, as he pressed the red button in the turbo lift causing the lift to ground to a halt.
"Give it to me, lover boy," Bones' drawled in his Southern accent before ripping his shirt off.
Suddenly a magical array of sexual activities took place in the lift.
Meanwhile, Spock was waiting for the captain on the bridge when Uhura requested his attention.
"What is it lieutenant?" He asked.
"Sir, we seem to be getting an interference from a turbo lift."
"What kind of inference?" Spock asked with a raised eyebrow.
Uhura diverted her eyes as she pressed a button on the control panel playing the sounds emitted from the turbo lift.
The bridge filled with masculine moans and shrieks, from the ship's doctor and captain.
Spock cringed at the noises. He didn't think he could experience such an emotion, but to be fair, the noises which were projected, made the whole crew digress.
The end.
